Li Wenying placed his left arm behind his waist and stepped on the white clouds. His body was straight and he looked rather domineering.
"You look tired. Go back and rest, I'll leave immediately. If you tire Fang Xusheng out, who would write a poem? "Li Wenying said half-jokingly. Many people laughed.
Xusheng was not an actual scholar but an honorary title. His honorary status was above that of a great scholar and below that of Half-saint. However, his actual status was only equivalent to that of a great scholar and was on par with Li Wenying.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Then I won't say anything else. I wish Lord Jianmei the best of luck in the Ancient Desolate City!"
Li Wenying nodded. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly said, "You've become Huiyuan. You're now the Head Scholar, Top Scholar, Top Scholar, and Huiyuan. If nothing goes wrong, you'll be the top scholar of Jingguo next year. You'll be the Head Scholar of Jingguo. As for the Head Scholar of Jingguo, do your best to fight for it."
"I'll work hard."
"You've become a Jinshi within a year. You're a rare Jinshi in the same year. The imperial court and Notre-Dame will reward you. However, don't be careless. The Jinshi Spring Hunt on the fifteenth of the first month is a competition of the Ten Nations. Just like the Ten Nations Grand Tournament, you won't be able to turn the tide on your own. As long as you're in the top nine of a city in the Ten Nations, you'll win. "
"I'll do my best." Fang Yun knew how Li Wenying felt. He was about to go to the Ancient Desolate City and wouldn't be back for a long time. After all, he was an elder and would instinctively nag at a junior who was concerned about him before he left. Hence, even if Fang Yun became Xusheng, he wasn't impatient at all.
The rest of the young people looked at Fang Yun enviously. It was hard for them to get a word from Li Wenying, but Li Wenying kept reminding Fang Yun. They were both young people, but the difference in treatment was like heaven and earth.
After Li Wenying finished speaking, he suddenly frowned and asked slowly, "You … really want to fight in Xiangzhou?"
Fang Yun immediately said firmly, "Since I've said that I'll take back Xiangzhou, I'll fight in the future. I'll show my country's might! "
"Fine." Li Wenying sighed and said no more.
However, Fang Yun said, "Students are about to experience the Spring Hunt and the Literary War. None of them are worth mentioning. On the other hand, Duke Jian Mei will not only have to face the Barbarian Demons of the Ancient Land of Desolation, but also the hunters of the Ancestor God's clans. Duke Jian Mei should be more careful. "
Someone immediately said, "Fang Wenhou is right. Lord Li, you've just become a Great Confucian scholar and are friends with Fang Xusheng. You're also an important person on the Great Confucian Hunting List. His current situation was even more dangerous than Fang Yun's. You may not be afraid of other hunters, but if a hunter from the Ancestral God Clan who is at the same level as the Demon Emperor makes a move, the consequences will be unimaginable. "
The Demon Realm set up the Hunting List mainly to motivate the Demon Barbarian Geniuses. Killing the elites of the human race was secondary.
The various races of the Ancestor God had a long heritage, and all of them had their own cultivation methods created by the Ancestor God. There was no need for them to compete with the other Fey for the Sacred Ground or the Dragon Platform. At most, they would go to places like the Celestial Tree.
The various clans of the Elder God basically disdained hunting humans below the level of Confucian, but once one became a Confucian … They would definitely be listed as the target of the hunters of the Ancestor God's clans.
In the past few years, one-fifth of the Great Confucians of the human race had died to the hunters of the Ancestor God's clans. This was a very terrifying number.
Everyone sighed silently. Fang Yun was right. Li Wenying was too dazzling. A mere Grand Scholar was nothing in the eyes of the various clans of the Ancestor God, but he had become a Great Confucian. He was already one of the greatest threats of the Demon Realm.
Li Wenying nodded with a solemn expression. He knew better than anyone how dangerous the Ancient Land of Desolation was.
"All the Half-saint clans of the human race have elites stationed in the Ancient Land of Desolation. There, the Military School and the School of Mohism are unprecedentedly powerful. Duke Jian Mei also minor in the Military School's Saint Path. You should be like a fish in water in the Ancient Land of Desolation. "
"Duke Jian Mei, you must be careful of those who have connections with the Zong family, the Lei family, or the Sima Xiangru family. They might vent their anger on you because of Fang Yun."
Many scholars felt helpless. Fang Yun and Jingguo had too many strong enemies. If any of the clans wanted to harm Li Wenying, they might not be able to find any evidence.
It was a war-torn Ancient Land of Desolation. Except for the native Half-saint, no Half-saint could enter. It was not the Saint Origin Continent, so many rules were not the same in the two places.
It could be said that the entire Ancient Land of Desolation was a large scale Two World Mountain. Humans, demons, and barbarians fought for the Ancient Land of Desolation. Different from Two World Mountain, there were many treasures in the Ancient Land of Desolation.
Qiao Juze said, "Fang Yun, when Dongyun left the capital to join the army at the border, you gave him a poem. Why don't you give Duke Jian Mei a poem as well? However, the original Hidden Edge Poem is hard to come by, so I'll just write an ordinary farewell poem.
"Yes! Our Jingguo scholars are few in number. Duke Jian Mei's journey is dangerous. If we Jingguo scholars can't even come up with a good poem, we'll be ashamed. "
"Just now, we were discussing in low voices how to give Duke Jian Mei a poem. But we realized that we're not talented enough. Naturally, we can't display our slight skills in front of Duke Jian Mei."
"Other than you, the ancestor of poetry, who else has the qualifications to give a poem to a great scholar?"
"Brother Fang, don't hesitate."
Fang Yun was a bit hesitant. He had just woken up and his body was still slightly unwell. He really didn't think about this and was completely unprepared.
Li Wenying suddenly smiled and said, "Fang Yun, if I'm not wrong, you'll be participating in tomorrow's Snow Plum Literary Gathering, right?"
"I'm thinking about it." Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard the words' Snow Plum Literary Gathering '.
Some scholars liked snow, some liked plum blossoms. But these two things grew together in the winter. Many scholars wanted to see who was better, and no one was willing to admit defeat. As a result, the struggle for the Snow Plum Literary Gathering continued for hundreds of years. Although it was a battle of elegance and literature, a pastime for scholars, there would still be disputes every year at this time.
Fang Yun really didn't expect that the Prime Minister, Kang Ha-chuan, was from the Plum Party, and Li Wenying was from the Snow Party.
The scholars present all revealed strange smiles. Some who were usually very close to each other suddenly became hostile. But everyone could see that the hostility was fake, and they weren't really irreconcilable.
Li Wenying said, "It's a pity that I can't participate in tomorrow's Snow Plum Literary Gathering. It's snowing heavily today. Why don't you write a farewell poem with the word 'snow' in it for me? The main thing is to send me off, and the snow is secondary. How about it? "
"Rebel!" A Hanlin scholar who was close to Li Wenying suddenly snorted coldly.
"Fang Yun, don't fall into the Snow Party's trap! You once wrote a Plum poem. You are the orthodox Plum Party, the backbone of Plum Fragrance. You must not be deceived by the Snow Party's rebels! "
Fang Yun immediately pretended to be innocent. "When did I write a Plum poem?"
That person immediately said, "You wrote a poem called 'Thanks to Cai He'. 'The trees by the Cai family's inkstone pool, blooming blossoms with ink stains. Don't ask people to praise the good color, only leave clear air to fill the universe!' Isn't this poem about plum blossoms with ink stains?"
Another person immediately retorted, "When did you see plum blossoms with ink stains beside Cai He's pool?"
"Both of my eyes saw it! Go, go, go, stay away from me. Go stand with Wen Ying's rebels. "
Many scholars laughed. Only before and after the Snow Plum Literary Gathering did people dare to joke and call a great scholar a rebel.
Li Wenying smiled and said, "When I return from Ancient Desolate City, at the next Snow Plum Literary Gathering, I will use my brush to chop off all the plum blossoms in the world!"
"The Snow Party's rebels are too arrogant!"
Qiao Juze coughed lightly and said, "This time, we don't care about the Snow Plum Contest, we only talk about farewell. Since everyone wants Fang Yun to write a farewell poem, we naturally have to listen to the Duke of Jian Mei's arrangements. Fang Yun, write one. "
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